Chapter 28: Cowboy Euphoria
Glock Ranch
Main House
Bedroom
8:41 P.M.
Eventually he pulled his mouth away from me, sucked in a deep breath and cleared his throat, then admitted, “I want my c**k inside you, Dixon. Do you have a problem with that?”
Absolutely not. Never. Whatever had given him the idea that I did? Beaming from ear to ear, knowing that our s****l encounter was hardly over, I looked down my freckled, pale Irish chest to him and said, “I was thinking the same thing. And don’t be nice about it, either.”
He chuckled, thrilled with my acceptance. After he stood up, he opened a dresser drawer, getting out the pump bottle of lube. I watched him apply the cool gel to his rod then stroke himself, lubing up his meat.
Each inch of his c**k defined a pivotal moment in our s****l e
